My Guardian Beast is the Demon Lord

The first time I saw him was on a sunny morning.

After a night of violent and stormy affairs, Palmer woke up with the sun already high, and the pain in his lower body reminded the owner of his body of the grand occasion of yesterday.

Knowing the disposition of his lover who has been dating for a hundred years, that person will always be absolutely domineering and selfish when it comes to matters on the bed. In order to satisfy her own desires, she blindly asks him for what she wants, never considering his feelings, gentle, That is an unattainable luxury.And he often passed out from the pain of excessive sex, and it was the same yesterday.But when he woke up, the person next to his pillow had long since disappeared, leaving only a cold bed, silently telling all the sorrows.

Palmer wrapped the quilt lightly, and just sat up from the bed, unexpectedly, some kind of fluid remaining in his body flowed out from behind embarrassingly.

"Bastard!" What else could he do besides cursing?He was just a little baron, and he was the one who fell in love with him first, and he was doomed to this cruel unrequited love. Palmer had already lost a complete defeat.And he only used this weak baron as a tool to vent his desire, even worse than the whores in the brothel.

His whole body was soaked in the mixture of sweat and jelly, sticky to welcome Palmer's bad mood early in the morning.Leaning on the bed, he shouted angrily to the outside: "Sachs, prepare hot water for me!" However, after a while, there was no response from outside the house, which added fuel to his bad mood. "Thatch! - Thatch! - No one else, where are they all dead!"

After shouting repeatedly, it was only a strange boy who called out, with his head half down, stopped not far from the bed, and calmly replied: "Master, Butler Saqi has something to do, and he is not at home now. I am temporarily taking over from Saqi. Strange butler is here to wait for the master to get up." It was concise and decent, and Palmer was not in the mood to ask more questions at this time, so he sent the young servant to prepare hot water to wash away the filth from last night.

The bath is misty and misty.

Palmer walked to the side of the bath, stood still, and let the boy take off his light coat for him.

"what's your name?"

"Hedeya." The boy replied calmly.

"Huh? Why didn't I remember that there was a Hedeya in my family!" The button on his chest had already been unbuttoned, and Palmer turned around cooperatively.

"I'm just a short-term worker. Due to lack of manpower, I was sent here to serve you, Baron..."

The boy suddenly fell silent, and the hand that helped Palmer undress trembled unnaturally.

Palmer smiled slightly, as if it had nothing to do with him. "Why, are you scared?" Looking back, he glanced at the young man, but unexpectedly read the long-forgotten worry in his eyes. "It's just a small scar. In the future, I will get used to it after seeing more."

Yes, I am used to it.Get used to that person's indifference, get used to that person's endless demands, get used to the more or less traces that person leaves on his body every time, get used to the bright red blood, and get used to accepting that person's perverted thinking—how many plants are planted? The traces of love show how much love he has for himself, and the ridiculous thing is that he is actually used to this violent love.

The flowing water that I am used to has washed away all the beautiful fantasies of Palmer's youth, all the longing and jerky things that were entrusted to that person called love.Accustomed to the wind, smoothed the edges and corners of my heart, and began to carry a soulless body, walking numbly on the road of the world.

Now, a drop of mermaid's tears pierced the calm of the lake, merged with the lake water, and disappeared, but the waves of ripples aroused woke up the heart that had been sleeping for a long time.

Palmer suddenly didn't dare to look directly at the boy's golden eyes. He turned his head evasively and stepped into the pool.

Next, the atmosphere in the bathroom was terrifyingly silent, only the sound of a little water dripping echoed in the empty bathroom, as if reminding the passage of time.

Maybe, it's time to wake up, break free from confinement, and start living for yourself.

"Hedeja," Palmer was the first to break the silence, "here are the towels."

"Yes." The slender figure of the young man gradually appeared in the mist.Palmer changed his posture, lay down on the edge of the pool, and ordered, "Wipe my back and wipe off those damn marks."

"..." The young man looked at the shocking scars all over his back, and hesitated to do it, "Can it be wiped off?"

"Wipe off the skin if you scratch it." Use your body to commemorate this perverted love, and use blood to erode the engraved memory.

"I mean, even if you wipe off the skin, you won't be able to wipe off what's imprinted in your heart." The young man sat down slowly, stretched out his slender fingers, and gently brushed those injured places, "Heart, I can't let go of it." , even the nirvana of the phoenix will never be able to be reborn."

At this moment, I forgot the identity of the poor person in front of me, and just wanted to comfort this wounded heart like a friend.Gently brushing that cold cheek with her hand, she whispered, "Let it go, let yourself live a little easier, or just go for it and live your true self."

Palmer suddenly felt something indescribable touched the warmth in his heart, and looked up at the teenager beside him.

Suddenly realizing that what he did and said was inappropriate, the boy immediately got up, lowered his head, and stepped back.

I thought the young baron would get angry, but the hand that didn't want to leave was gently held, with the temperature of the pool water.

"Don't go." The words came out, even Palmer himself was surprised.

Worrying too much, I am still myself.From when I was young, I started to worry about whether to confess to that person, to when I was an adult, I was worried about whether he really loved me, and I always thought about him, but he never said a word to himself sincerely.

I don't know why, my chest is so sore and swollen, and my heart can no longer bear it, causing inexplicable emotions to flood in my heart, and two lines of hot liquid overflow from my eyes unconsciously.

Well, is it tears?Why so warm, so gentle.

Opening his eyes, he found that it was Hedeya, wiping away the tears on his face with slender and cold fingers.

Heh, if he is the one doing this now, he would be willing to let Palmer die immediately.Forget it, I still expect him to do this, it's ridiculous.Obviously want to let go, but still can't let go.

"Can't let it go, try to let it go." Palmer said to himself.

He raised his head, kissed the boy's soft lips domineeringly, sought the outlet of his true heart for himself, let go of the long-buried feelings, and found a sustenance or a replacement for the lost.

Gentleness, this is Palmer's first feeling for the teenager above his body.In the end, it was the young man who gently kissed Palmer like a dragonfly on water, from the back of the ear to the collarbone, then to the chest, and then all the way down, conquering every inch of territory, every sensitive place, and breaking every bit of seal Lust, a feeling that he had never had before gradually rose, "Not enough, not enough!" There was a voice in his heart clamoring, and Palmer frowned instinctively, trying to expel this voice.

However, at this moment, the boy on his body suddenly stopped moving, and Palmer opened his lustful eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Actually, you still can't let him go." This damned intuition directly expressed Palmer's deepest thoughts.

"No!" Palmer retorted immediately.But at the moment when he said it, he heard his own trembling voice, and even he couldn't believe this weak rebuttal, "I..." was originally a confused heart, and even the rebuttal seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

Palmer leaned against the wall of the pool and slowly slid into the water, letting the warm water wrap his extremely cold heart at the moment.I thought that I was really fed up with his lover's absolute domineering in everything, and I was delusional to find the gentle treatment I had always hoped for from others, but when this young man was really as I hoped, When he closed his eyes, his face was still in his mind.That damned face, lingering, tortured me like a ghost, until finally I realized that even though I wished for his tenderness in my heart, my body only remembered his absolute domineering.

Now I am not used to the gentle treatment of others.The young man must have noticed it too. Palmer, who understood everything, laughed at himself and said, "Is there no cure for me?"

"It's all about asking yourself, what exactly do you want."

Palmer suddenly raised his head and looked at the boy's thin body under the wet shirt, which was exposed to the sunlight behind him, "Can you come down and let me hug you for a while?"

The boy thought for a moment and jumped into the water clearly, the sound of the water gradually rose and he was hugged into his arms.

Palmer hugged the boy quietly, resting his head on the boy's bony collarbone. "Thank you, please forgive my impulsiveness just now." Appearing at this moment gave him warmth and made him understand his sincerity, but he almost ruined this beautiful child just now.

"You don't need to thank me." The young man replied, I just saw the shadow of my past in you, not so much to help you, but to liberate myself.

With a curious heart, he went to taste the raw fruit, punished by the taboo curse, branded a lifelong imprint, imprisoned the immature wings, and deprived the happiness of flying high from now on.

The doomed ending, the wound, even if it solidifies and scabs, still cannot erase the deep traces in my heart.Touched again, still bleeding profusely.

It was heard again that his friend Hedeya hooked up with his master, Moka just smiled lightly.With a natural good appearance, it is no longer a rare thing for Hedeya to be seen by the master of the work department. From the earliest days of preferring death to surrender, to now it doesn't matter to the similar self-abandonment. People are his own, and he doesn't care. As an outsider Moka is not easy to control too much.And in Madterton, this seems to have become the norm.

But somehow I feel a little unbalanced, the same background status is so lowly that it is not as good as a beast, but it has a different ending, and they have parted ways since then, even if the other party is a good friend who once shared weal and woe.Probably because they are friends, they are more jealous.Ever since, after the "scandal" came out, Moka no longer treated Hedeya as before, and gradually built a wall of separation between them invisibly.

And Hedeya is well aware of Moka's temper. After a few days, Moka will be fine when he understands it. He will pat his friend on the shoulder as usual, and walk with him as if nothing happened.

It's just that in some respects, the young Hedeya is still too simple.